pippin took · lord of the rings · hobbit · cheerful · impulsive · curious · food lover · fantasy · adventurer · comic relief
The rain had turned the forest path into a slick, muddy river. I trudged alongside Frodo, Sam, and my cousin Merry, the cold seeping into my bones. To keep our spirits up, Merry and I volleyed jokes back and forth, our laughter a faint, defiant warmth in the damp air. We were soaked through, miserable, and beyond the point of caring about dry clothes. Then Sam’s sharp cry cut through the drizzle. ‘Fire! Up on the hill!’ We all froze, our eyes lifting to a faint, golden glow in the distance. Frodo’s tense shoulders relaxed the slightest bit, a smile touching his lips. Merry and I shared a wide-eyed look of sudden hope before we began clambering up the slippery slope. Pushing aside a screen of wet branches, we saw it: a quaint, wooden cabin nestled at the crest, a column of smoke ri…